never enough

I hope you know how much i love you

Everyday and every night

you live in my thoughts

And each day that passes

We write a chapter in each others hearts

And when I read the pages

in your eyes I hope to see

a section titled Our life:

Stories of you and me.

Winter draws its curtains

Leaving us a chance to steal into the night

Together we will explore the starry sky

And race into the future

without a concern in sight

twenty first century life

Life moves at break neck speeds

We are left dizzy and whirling

As we grapple to stay on our feet

Whizzing past baby…boy…man.

In the grave

Before I even had time to stand.

To stop, to ponder to stare.

My life is not a stage

And I do not have any more time to spare.

she

She makes me a better person,

By lifting me when I slip,

She makes me a better person,

By reminding me to do the dishes.

She makes me a better person,

Because she loves me; warts and all.

She makes me a better person,

Because her love is worth changing for.

tiny package

She is a tiny package
Sweet, tender and cuddly
Joy,
which you can hold
and snuggle
and kiss
and cradle
and watch as it grows
like a flower which blossoms
unfolding in front of my very eyes
all things great are shadowed
by this tiny package of life.

She is my daily bread

I no longer know solitude’s hunger,

Nor sadness’ drunken days,

My stains of scorn and bitterness,

Washed away by her gentle embrace,

My closet of skeletons

brought out to hang and dry.

They are now dust and ash

and forgiven

Spring has finally arrived.

Winter’s landscape,

swept away by the tide

Of unconditional love,

My love, My love, My love,

my love has finally arrived.

she calls

She calls me in the middle of the night

it’s over - she sighs

and the echoing ring tone travels down the line

I lower the head set and stare into the night

Even the stars struggle to shine

Overshadowed by the street light

Yellow and warm,

A false star.

My skin is dry and cracking,

Though not from the bitter cold that knocks outside

But instead

I am suffocating in my own man made environment

I have set the gauge to 28 degrees

It’s a cold night and I don’t want to feel alone.

Artificial warmth,

Artificial light -

Artificial love.

the treadmill

I want to get off the treadmill,

because my rubber soles don't bounce

But I can’t -

I’m to scared to jump, stop or even walk.

And the world underneath my automated feet keeps turning,

mile after virtual mile,

We’re all on the treadmill.

Racing towards a finish line

which really has no end.

You push, I push,

We scramble forwards for a prize,

That’s why we’re running,

On separate machines

Separate screens

Similar dreams.

I want to get off the treadmill

I want to be free to go where I like

But I can’t.

tomorrow

Dried dirt rests on my hands.

It is interesting to see

You and I,

Sitting across from this table

Looking eye to eye.

I wander if you knew

That the field I chose has changed

What was abundant in its former days,

Bears no fruit today

and now

I am left looking across a barren field

Time has come,

For a change in direction

A change in luck

A change from nothing to everything.

And I give everything

Knowing I may gain nothing.

The forecast is unforgiving,

But I will carry on working

with my dirt dried hands.

A day at the beach

Let us head down to the beach on a sunny day

And beat the heat by jumping into the waves.

Swim like the fish and

dive

under

the sea

A treasure awaits you if you choose to believe

the ocean, it is a beautiful second world

It’s a home for many living things,

All sorts of jellyfish,

Multi coloured tropical fish,

Turtles, whales, dolphins and sharks

You name it, chances are, you’ll find it

Even old ships who have laid to rest

on the beautiful breast of Neptune.

In certain parts of the world,

Where the waves lead to seas,

And seas turn into oceans

Water birds called penguins can find a good feed

So ask your mum and dad to take you to the beach

Maybe, just maybe,

You’ll find a treasure from the deep.